*a Pledge, A Request, A Petition Poem by Christopher's Dead

Now to put down somethin that has a little rhythm
And unconventional meaning, gotta be skepticism
Rationalize with ‘em, hate ‘em instead, ‘cause in the end
I’m a little bit different, get used to‘t, it’s a trend
We got freedom for guns, freedom for lies, corporate predator
Predicate the end or the reason that you arrested her for
Do we have freedom of speech, freedom to be, free to decide
What we are when what it is they make us hide inside?
And I don’t care what you say ‘cause I’ll say what I want
That I find beauty and love in my own ghosts that haunt
As I see naked lust dreams and hear the sounds of when she’s done
I don’t blame you, we all do crazy things when we think we’re in love
Who you love, boys, girls, it’s not up to them to choose
I might not be down with it, but hell I’m not in your shoes
I’d never stop you ‘cause I’d hope you’d be just as accepting
Of myself, I’ve got neuron-transmitters rearranging
They give me highs, give me lows, know it’s hard to explain
Why I’m always in pain, why I cry, I have no shame
I’m an emotional mess, hurricane, and when emotions run dry
Why I feel the need to cut, just to feel on the outside
But I’ve got the support, great friends, they wrap their arms
Around me, so now I don’t feel the need to harm
Myself, guess what I’m sayin, guess what this all means
Is please open your arms, your heart, one love, peace.

This goes out to everyone who has ever been hurt or made fun of, and just a simple hope that everyone who reads this will extend their hands to accept people and to never judge